Thursday, June 21, 2007

he did the wiggle

B has decided we eat too much processed food. (He's right.)And I've been reading about the 100 Miles thing. It does make sense.

So last night I brought home ingredients and went through the recipe rapid-fire with B, finishing up with a hip-bump and a warbled "Spread it real good!" ala Salt and Pepper (ah, the eighties. When I was younger, cuter and seriously unaware of what a dork I look like dancing.)

He looked confused. "Aren't you going to write that down?"

I scrawled it on our blackboard, crossly, then stood by while he read it.

about me

Big city smartass girl marries small town earnest boy, moves to new country, has a dog, two children and three thick-furred cats. The kids yell, the dog barks, and the cats shed. (sigh) Someone hand me more coffee.